That motherfucker

Why would he come back, he already got his rocks off. Might as well look for something to wear.

You start trolling around in your towel, dripping semen as you do, looking for something to wear. "Hey, I got you your clothes." You whipped around and standing there with that same fucking mischievous smile was the trucker who probably just knocked you up.

You glance down and see a cute pink top and a pair of jean shorts that look almost like a jean thong. "Th-thanks, I thought you were just going to leave me here naked..."

"I would never do that Darlin', I am a man of my word after all." He gives you a little wink and leaves the showers one last time.

"Asshole." You say under your breathe as the door closes behind him.

To your surprise the clothes fit perfectly, did he take your measurements while he was fucking you or something? Whatever. You finish getting dressed and head back to the car where you see a woman stumbling away and dripping her own trail of semen, as your mom finishes putting her junk back in her panties. "Oooh I knew that would look good on you!"

"Huh?"

"The outfit I picked out for you", she gestures at your clothing, "I left it for you on the shelf." She gives you a concered look, "Are you ok Sweetie? You look a little pale."

That. Mother. Fucker.